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Capital of Nasty Vol. 07 Issue 04
Capital of Nasty Electronic Magazine
Volume VII, Issue 4, AD MMII
Monday, February 25, 2002
ISSN 1482-0471
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"The word 'turd' should really be a verb. Think about it. Shit is
a noun and a verb, as well as a few other things. Piss is both.
Pee is both. Crap and poop are. Urinate and defecate have urine
and feces. One can even fart a fart. So why has turd been so
snubbed? One may never know. Perhaps it was once a verb, but has
since fallen out of use. So, I ask of you, one turder to another,
next time you feel the need to pinch a loaf, excuse yourself and
say, `I've got to go turd.'"
-- Melissa De Wilde
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<goataway> It's reassuring to see that the same people that provide
me with phone service also land on my site searching for
`horny+ottawa+girls'.
<goataway> dm2c82.bell.ca - http://www.google.ca/search?q=
horny+ottawa+girls&hl=en&start=20&sa=N - http://con.ca/issues/5/1/28
<Shogo> goat: well they have to have some kind of social life :)
<goataway> Heh, quite true. I guess this proves they just spend all
day long playing with their testicles, seeing their telephone
service.
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1. Editorial
2. Searching For Small
3. CoN at the Movies
4. Ride the Reverend
5. 'Troublemakers' by Harlan Ellison
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This week's Golden Testicle award:
http://members.fortunecity.com/tms3/
Traumatic Masturbatory Syndrome
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1. Editorial
Random Observations
By Leandro Asnaghi-Nicastro
The other day I was surfing the WinAmp site looking for some decent
skins to give a more interesting look to the rather plain and boring
looking programme. It's quite amazing to see the collection of
skins that are displayed on that site.
For those that don't know, WinAmp is one of the programmes that can
be used to listen to Mp3s and related. By skins I mean the ability
to alter the look of a programme and make it look prettier and what
not. I am not referring to "nekkid" women, albeit from the type of
Google searches I see that land people on our site, I am seriously
beginning to wonder who reads this magazine.
Anyway, after about half an hour of browsing I decided to stop as I
reached the following conclusions:
1. skin artists aren't;
2. other skin artists judging someone's skin can't write for shit;
and lastly
3. I've shit better skins.
Take for example, oh, say the WinAmp StarGate Skin. While this will
ensure I will never get any respect, I really liked the StarGate
film and when I can, I try to catch the episodes on the telly.
Check out this `awesome' description on the page: "download !!!!!
the SG-1 series on you pc??? NO but you can relieve it with this
skin"
This gets to me. First of all, and not because the skin is utter
shite, just making something grey and writing on it `StarGate
Command' doesn't make it cool in my books. For those geeks out
there that have seen the movie or the television series, I'm sure
you could come up to a million alternatives than grey. I have, but
I'll spare them to avoid further insults.
Maybe by `relieve' he meant that I'd piss all over it as soon as I
saw it. I don't know, but I was tempted.
Which brings to a second interesting point, the spelling, or rather,
the writing like a retard. I find it incredibly difficult to write
in the so-called AOL-style. No concept of capitalisation; the use
of `n' instead of `and' or `u' instead of `you'; and as far as a
concept of grammar, spelling and paragraphs, forget it. Perhaps
it's habit, but I have to actually stop and think to write like a
cretin.
Lastly, the abominable collection of exclamation marks. Let me tell
you how much I hate exclamation marks. Actually, I can't tell you,
because right now I can't think of a half-assed metaphor to give you
as a decent example, so you'll just have to take my word for it.
Let's just say I am not trying to prove I've got balls of steel as I
don't `exclamate', but it's just one of those things that makes me
grimace.
I should, perhaps, specify that I don't completely dislike them. I
feel they bring out the proper emphasis in the words one is
expressing if used properly. But a row of them is unnecessary and
as disrupting as a smiley in e-mail.
Unfortunately these stunned fuck-heads is what's being passed for
Internet users these days. And while the English language will
slowly deteriorate into something illegible, you can rest assured
there will be shining icons of defence, such as CoN, that will try
to keep your fascistic literary tendencies at bay.
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2. Searching For Small
By Cliff Yankovich
"One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small."
Do you think the Airplane (yeah, I am talking about the Airplane --
don't give me that "Starship" hoo-hah) shopped at Sam's Club? By
the second aisle I began to have the feeling that something was
surrealistically wrong with the picture. Had I taken the "small"
pill?
It really started at the entrance. What the heck is wrong with this
grocery cart? Been driving `em solo for years now and this one just
didn't feel right. Wait a minute -- the thing is way too big.
Sam's has grocery carts that have to be over some kind of load limit
law. The oversized cart was just the beginning of my small day at
Sam's Club.
Maybe I just didn't belong there at all. Maybe the whole place is
designed to keep people like me out. "Excuse me," I said to the
helpful, courteous employee, "Can you tell me where I can find the
dog food?"
"Sure thing," says he and he proceeded to tell me how to get there.
Five minutes later I was back. "Excuse me," I said to the helpful,
courteous employee, "Can you tell me where I can find the proper dog
food if one doesn't operate a kennel or happen to own a pair of
Newfoundlands?"
Key-ristmas, every bag of dog food in there weighed in at about 75
pounds or so. Just so happens my dog is a beagle kind of thing.
With all her optional equipment, wet hair and full pockets she
weighs about 12 pounds. What am I going to do with a two year
supply of dog kibble? Suppose she runs off or is kidnapped or
something? What if she happens to crave another brand six months
into our commitment to this huge bag? I know its dog food, but
mightn't it go stale? Granted, dogs are not the most discriminating
eaters, but even she might turn up her nose up at old stuff that
smelled of fish guts when it was fresh.
This got me to thinking. I looked around some more. Sure, I love
Honey Nut Cheerios, but where in my cupboard am I going to put THAT
huge box? Salsa is a good thing, but I am not ready to commit to a
container of it that I have to lift into the cart with both hands.
And if I was to buy that big thing of cranberry juice, two problems
arose. Number one will it fit in my refrigerator? And B, who is
going to help little Amy pour herself a glass of it every time she
wants a drink?
Then it hit me - I was being discriminated against.
Uhhhohhh.
That was it in a nutshell. Okay, my dog isn't the size of Trigger,
I don't have eleven children living at home and we aren't hosting a
wedding or a fire department breakfast anytime soon. Clearly, Sam's
was picking on me and making so I could not buy the products they
sell. Don't they know I know a lawyer? Are they really asking me
to launch a lawsuit, write a book, do talk shows and post a web site
decrying their lack of concern for my personhood? The fact that
they have built a national chain of stores designed to keep me out
is a pretty clear indication of their total disregard of my
situation.
Well, once my little mind starts down a path like this, there is no
stopping me. Never mind the discrimination; I began to realize how
Sam's Club is working toward the destruction of America.
Sure, those are strong words, but give me a second to back them up.
Americans are overweight, are we not? Everyone knows those excess
pounds lead to all kinds of health problems, early death, poor
performance in track and field events, and a host of other
conundrums. So if I go to Sam's and purchase my favorite cereal in
the one foot by two feet box, then it only follows that I will
overeat in an effort to keep the cereal fresh. It is hard enough
for me to avoid over consumption of ice cream without having a five
gallon tub of it in my freezer crying out to be saved from freezer
burn. This is not only encouraging me to be overweight, Sam's club
is MAKING me that way just like Phillip Morris made me smoke and my
mom made me act out in school and... well, you get the picture,
don't you?
The subtle influence of Sam's upon our culture, health and general
well being became crystal clear in an instant. Ever try to order a
"small" soft drink at any fast food places lately? Read the menu
boys and girls, most of them don't even offer a small size of drinks
or anything else anymore. It starts out with "Medium", then "Large"
and then goes off into "Super-Size", "Biggie-Size", "Mega" and what
ever else they can think of to lure us to our doom. (I haven't
figured out who exactly makes up "them", but "they" certainly must
be a consortium of executives from Sam's, Burger King, 7-11, and
Enron and the whole deal is no doubt under the watchful eye of
Arthur Anderson.)
How many pounds of sugar and how many calories make up one of those
portable vats of soda pop? Why have they made it so it is flat out
economic foolishness for me NOT to get the value meal with the Mega-
helping of fatty fries? Why can't I get a small cola? Where did the
"small" serving go?
Wonder what Jeffery Feiger is doing these days? Hmm, hafta give him
a call.
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c Copyright 2002 Cliff Yankovich www.chimeradesign.ws
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3. CoN at the Movies
w/ Jeff Wright
Hope you all enjoyed your one issue break from me.
First off, let me say this... Don't EVER go see DAS BOOT in a
theatre!!!!!!! Maybe rent it sometime (though I really didn't like
it, some of you MIGHT), but NEVER IN A THEATRE!!!!!! I went to see
it with Leo and Colin the other night, and Jesus! I've never
shifted in my seat more than I did in those three and a half hours.
My body still isn't re-adjusted. I'm uncomfortable. Leo said that
it nearly moved him to tears. I'm hoping he's confused the word
"moved" with "bored".
I guess that counts as MOVE ONE. On to.
MOVIE TWO: WET HOT AMERICAN SUMMER
Funniest movie I've seen in years. Rent it or die!
MOVIE THREE: STORYTELLING
DAMMIT!!!!! I'm a huge Todd Solondz fan, but this was just bad. It
had its moments, but save your money. :(
MOVIE FOUR: WHEN STRANGERS APPEAR
The new flic from Scott Reynolds, the director of THE UGLY, and
HEAVEN. I love HEAVEN, and like a lot of THE UGLY. This is just a
lame thriller though. Really disappointing.
MOVIE FIVE: SPACE GHOST - COAST TO COAST
Okay, so it's not really a movie, but I have just recently
discovered the brilliance that is SGCTC. I LOVE THIS SHOW!!!!!!
Okay, now even though there's still a lot of stuff I didn't see,
here's my top 5 films of 2001, plus the runners up. Go watch some
of them.
1. THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS
Near perfect. To avoid the embarrassment of letting you all know
how much I relate to this film, I shall leave it at that.
2. IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE
One of the most beautiful romances ever put to film.
3. WET HOT AMERICAN SUMMER
HOLY F'ING SHIT!!!! This film is far too funny! It's a brilliant
take on the summer camp genre. WATCH IT, WATCH IT, WATCH IT!!!
Funniest film I've seen since SOUTH PARK: BIGGER, LONGER AND UNCUT.
4. MOULIN ROUGE
Sappy as all Hell. I love it though. Sue me bitches!
5. YOU SHOOT, I SHOOT
The funniest film to come out of Hong Kong this year. Why's there
no DVD yet? I don't care if it flopped. DVD NOW! ARGH!!!!
My other favourite films of 2001 (in alphabetical order, with
country of origin):
LE DESTIN FABLEUX D'AMELIE POULIN a.k.a. AMELIE (France)
THE BEAVER TRILOGY (USA)
CURE (Japan)
FULLTIME KILLER (HK)
HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH (USA)
KAIRO a.k.a. PULSE (Japan)
LE PACTE DES LOUPS a.k.a. BROTHERHOOD OF THE WOLF (France)
MONSTERS INC. (USA)
VISITOR Q (Japan)
ZOOLANDER (USA)
Okay. I've rambled for far too long. Later.
p.s.
Are the Olympics over yet? I don't care about them.
p.p.s.
I REALLY don't care about those Canadian figure skaters!!!!
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Jeff waits at the window, wearing a face that he keeps in a jar by
the door.
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4. Ride the Reverend
By Revscrj
This is a recycled-multitasking email! "Recycled" because it comes
from a mail I just sent a friend of mine in Indiana.
It tasks:
1. To tell you a story about one of the things that happened to me;
2. to submit to CoN; and
3. to verify that I am NOT like other people.
Before hopping on the bus, I had wished to meet at least one good
freak just before I left. Well, keeping with "God laughs at me," I
did.
Her name was Violet, 19 years old, drop dead gorgeous, and I met her
in Paducha, KY of all places. She sat behind me as I was writing
about how that town appeared to be a total waste of space and that
the people seemed beaten, bored and desperate.
I look up for a moment and hear her say, "...and I just need to get
to Mt. Vernon so that he can hold me and tell me it will all be
okay..."
Aaaaah, how co-dependant of you. Anyway, she keeps talking to the
guy behind me until he falls asleep and had left off on the topic of
marriage. Being a Reverend I pick up the conversation of course. She
changes seats. Now bear in mind that I have introduced myself as a
Reverend -- as far as she is concerned I am Clergy.
We start talking about religion and truly I am delicate and
respectful of her Catholic wedding desires while tactfully lying in
as many slights to the churches I can without offending her.
Basically, I am being a Reverend to her and thus am mainly consumed
by a certain "forthright" demeanour -- y'know: in my `Reverendly'
capacity I am far more tolerant and morally aware that when not.
She has given all her money to the church.
All of it. She is destitute. I think, "What a gullible fool you
are," but say "Hmmm, 10% is all they really ask."
"The more you give to God, the more God gives to you."
"God doesn't want your money and giving it to the church wont put in
into the
divine's hands."
All of a sudden she says that the clasp on her bra is "really
annoying her." Usually people would just say "Oh."
I say, "Hmm. Is it one of those double hook types?"
"Oh no, there is one of those in the back."
"It has two?"
"Yeah, see?" and lo, she pulls up her shirt revealing a truly lovely
pair of breasts covered by a rather thin bra.
"Ahh, yes. There it is. I see."
Remember me mentioning that sign that hovers over my head that says
"young girls: fuck with this guy?" Apparently I left it on.
She tells me her favorite drink is "Hot Damn" and that when her and
her fiance' fight they do it naked because it makes it difficult to
really be mad. Logically, if I want to see her naked, all I have to
do is get her angry. Hmmm.
"Soooooo, you were mentioning a 'wedding'?"
She proceeds to tell me she is a virgin.
"Well, I have sucked a few cocks -- but never with a tongue barbell.
It MUST feel different! Don't you think?"
"I would guess it would."
"I'm really anxious to try it out!"
"...sooo, that 'wedding'?"
Apparently she is waiting till her and her beaux tie the knot to "do
it" as it were.
I tell her that its really not such a grandiose thing that it should
be too built up -- psychologically speaking -- but 'congrats' for
having the willpower and resolve to follow through with a difficult
ethic. She replies to this with:
"He wants to do it in a summer rain out in nature somewhere but I
want to do it right there in the church when we become husband and
wife."
"HaHaHa, that's funny 'you may kiss the bride... er you can stop...
OH SWEET
MOTHER OF GOD!'"
She takes the joke a step further and fakes an orgasm for me....
"Ahhaha... ANYWAY back to that 'wedding'..."
I could go on, but my hands feel all sweaty typing it out. I mean,
man, I was really fucking trying to maintain ethics here. I was
being religious and all. Which, I think, was the crux of the matter
-- but I'll come back to that.
Time and conversation pass. Just before I doze off I tell her that
she shouldn't feel disturbed about leaning on my shoulder if she
needs to -- it won't bother me.
I sleep.
I awake.
My hands are cradled in my lap and her head is in them. Were they
not there she would be basically pressed into my crotch. I come out
of sleep noticing this and am immediate aroused -- like I said she
is truly lovely -- which of course has the corresponding physical
effect -- if you catch my drift. She apparently is not asleep as
she starts stretching her lips out to touch it and rubbing her head
in small circles slowly.
So there I am: half asleep with a beautiful 19 year old virgin who
seems really set on giving me head, pinning my arms into my lap. All
I can think is that the guy she is going to marry is one unlucky
bastard if he deeply loves this woman and that if I let this happen
I will be an asshole of the highest office.
God damn it (ahem), I'm a Reverend, lady!
I feign sleep but while doing so realize the grotesque joke of the
whole situation all at once and suddenly bust out laughing and have
to cover it up as a cough. Seriously, when was the last time you
heard someone complain about a 19-year-old wanting to blow them?
Yeah, same here, and this made me feel really fucking surreal for
the next hour until we stopped and I got her head out of my lap.
Even weirder: her head in my lap was like a manacle. Seriously. I
was so paralysed by want juxtaposed with revulsion that she
effectively had me bound and gagged simply by doing that. Amazing.
In retrospect I think that it was the fact that I am a Reverend that
made all that happen in the first place. The challenge of seducing a
Holy man, the taboo of it. Hells Belles: "Hot Damn" for godsake!
What she didn't know was that I am a Gnostic Reverend and thus not
your garden variety repressed boy-hungry Christian type.
Were it not for the other guy, she would've never stopped talking
about it (even when basically saying "fuck me"), and I would have a
far more pleasant story about the experience.
She got off in Springfield and I rode on -- tempted but resistant.
It is like the universe was saying "HAHA -- you and your 'ethics'!!
SQUIRM - I command it! HAHAHAHA! Dork."
Well, I'd really have it no other way... sigh.
---
REVSCRJ is a writer/musician living in Monterey, California.
Constantly on the verge of homelessness, he hopes that you enjoy his
work or else his life has been in vain. Contact REVSCRJ at
revscrj@cloudfactory.org to lodge complaints, notify of lawsuits, or
receive spiritual advice.
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5. 'Troublemakers' by Harlan Ellison
By Melissa De Wilde
Harlan Ellison has been my literary hero ever since I laid eyes on
'I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream.' I was overjoyed to find that
he had a new collection out.
'Troublemakers' is a selection of stories, chosen by the author,
about, what else, troublemakers. Each story is introduced by
Ellison and the 'troublemaker lesson' is explained in his
inimitatable way. He's just trying to get us to smarten up by
showing us what we do wrong through the troublemakers in the
stories.
As is often the case when Ellison talks to his readers, he starts
out by insulting us for various crimes we may or may not be guilty
of. But often we are. Or, at least, I am. But he always makes me
feel like an old friend by the end. Harlan Ellison's introductions
and dialogues to the readers are definitely one of the reasons I
keep coming back.
'Troublemakers' has many old favourites including ""Repent,
Harlequin," said the Ticktockman", "Djinn, No Chaser", and "Jeffty
is Five." Also included are a few more obscure gems like the newly
revised "Never send to know for whom the lettuce wilts", and "Rain,
Rain, Go Away." And although 'Troublemakers' has no new stories,
it's worth reading just to see what the author thinks we ought to
learn from the stories.
If you're already an Ellison fan I don't have to tell you to go read
this book. If you're not, I find that it is my duty to try my
damnedest to make you one. Harlan Ellison is fascinating, as an
author through his stories, and as a person. He can be the kindest,
and then the most brutally truthful. He is funny and sombre in one
page. He can do anything you'd ever dreamed possible, and be
everything you ever loved about an author. And since this is a
review of a specific book, yes, he does all of it in
'Troublemakers'.
If you consider yourself a well-read person, you should at least
read something of his. If you already have, tell your friends.
They'll love you.
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Melissa DeWilde wants to be Harlan Ellison when she grows up. She
hopes he won't mind sharing.
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